Jan 21, 2011 - 1:48 am
And so it starts...
I don't believe it! Nine years! "They", the travel agent said it was legal , part of the United States (like Puerto Rico)! A beautiful island called Fiji, clear blue water, romantic, palm trees, sunsets and no crowds. A unique experience, a wedding on the beach!
Sure... I have a paper that says I am married. Social Security changed my name for me. DMV changed my name. Uncle Sam has been taken taxes under my married name for the last 9 years. But I can't PROVE that I am married. I have no "certificate" that proves that I am married, something that a "state" would give you. Fiji will only give "diplomats" such do***ents...
Well, now that my husband and I are facing a life altering experience (melanoma, stage 4) and we need to prepare for our future or his lack of one and my security, this piece of paper seems to be of the utmost importance if you want to "prove" to the insurance company that I am his "wife".
I can't tell you how mad I am right now. Can you imagine making this discovery alone, after the fact? Thank goodness he understands the seriousness of it all and how important the legality of getting our papers in order are. This is the hardest step so far in the process of his diagnosis. Pulling out all the insurance papers and banking information between the both of us. Trust issues from past experiences are sometimes hard to overcome.
I love this man with all my heart. We have stayed married through unemployment, raising 3 teenage daughters together and a house under constant construction. This is more than a piece of paper at this point in our lives but I am hating what it represents right now and what it is forcing us to do.
But I am nobody's fool especially where other people are concerned.
Soooooooo....... It looks like we will be getting married AGAIN!